Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I pulled Georgie onto my lap and pressed my mouth to hers. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck as I pushed her back onto the bed.
“I think she’s going to love it, Georgie. And if it means I get to wake up and go to sleep every night next to you, I’m all for it. I’m here to support you in whatever way you need.”
She traced my jawline with her finger. “That means the world to me. Thank you, Blayze.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you. I love you, Georgie.”
Her eyes filling with tears, Georgie softly said, “I love you more.”
Smiling, I rubbed my nose against hers. “Impossible.”
I moved my hand down the side of her body and under her T-shirt.
“I want to make love to you.”
She arched her body into mine. “Yes, please, Blayze.”
I moved quickly, pulling off her panties and T-shirt. Then I ripped my own shirt off and pushed off my sweatpants.
“God, I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”
Her cheeks blushed as she spread herself open. I crawled over her. “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t do foreplay right now,” I said.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling my body down to hers. “I don’t need it. I need you inside me, Blayze. Now.”
I pushed my fingers into her and found her soaking fucking wet. My mouth instantly watered. Being inside her would have to wait a bit longer. I rolled us over, and she gasped.
“Climb up here and sit on my face. I want to taste you.”
Her eyes darkened with desire.
“Hold onto the bedframe, Georgie, and make yourself come on my tongue.”
She moaned as she moved up my body. Spreading her legs, she positioned herself over my head. I reached up and licked her, causing her to gasp.
“I need to hear you scream my name, baby.”
Georgie moved her body, rubbing her pussy against my mouth. I nearly came undone at the taste of her. The feel of her.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as she held onto the bedframe and slid herself up and down my mouth. I reached up to grab her ass, pulling her onto my face.
“Blayze. Jesus…I’m so close.”
I moved my hand and pressed my finger against her ass with the slightest amount of pressure, and she jerked. When I did it again, while sucking on her clit at the same time, she exploded. I felt like a greedy bastard who hadn’t eaten in days. I slipped my tongue between her lips so I could feast on her cum.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God, Blayze!”
The sound of my name ripping from her mouth had me hard as fuck. I pushed her up and down my body. She seemed to still be lost to her orgasm as I moved her onto her back. Lifting her leg, I positioned myself and pushed inside.
“Blayze!” she cried out, and I swore I felt her coming again as I moved into her hard and fast.
“Yes! God, yes, harder!”
“That’s it, baby, tell me what you want.”
Her head thrashed back and forth as she gripped the bedframe and wrapped her legs around me.
“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling my balls pull in. I was about to come.
“I’m coming! Blayze!”
I exploded into Georgie with an orgasm so fucking strong, I thought for sure I would pass out.
When we both came back to Earth, I was hovering over her body, vaguely aware I’d managed to keep most of my weight on my elbows. My breathing was fast and hard, and so was Georgie’s. She ran her fingertips up and down my back softly as she opened her eyes and met my gaze.
“That…was naughty.”
I smirked. “Do you like naughty?”
She nodded. “Very much so.”
Christmas Eve was finally here, my absolute favorite time of year. And having Georgie by my side at Grams and Grandpa’s house made it even more special. Years ago, when everyone started having kids, the family took a vote and decided that we would do Christmas Eve lunch together as a family, while Christmas Day would be spent at our respective homes. I loved seeing my grandparents and cousins, don’t get me wrong, but being able to open gifts on Christmas morning and hanging out at home was a tradition we kids quickly got on board with. Mom and Dad kept it light, and every year one of us got to pick what we would all have for Christmas dinner. When it was his turn, Hunter always asked for a roast. Morgan wanted hamburgers on the grill. Many a Christmas, my father would be outside grilling in a snowstorm, and he never once complained about it. I always picked potato soup. It was one of my favorite meals that my mother made.
The large table in the formal dining room was set with all the trimmings. The plates, glasses, silverware, napkins, and even the napkin rings were Christmas themed. It was always Morgan’s and Rose Marie’s job to make the flower arrangement for the centerpiece, and to say it had improved over the years was an understatement.